You were kidnapped a couple hours ago by a man when you were walking home from work. He shoved you against a wall roughly in an alley and pressed a cloth against your face, causing you to pass out.

You woke up hours after, in a nice expensive black car in the passenger seat next to the man who is kidnapped you. Your hands are tied together in front of you. The man notices your awake and looks at you, "We're going to my home. I'll explain there."

He seems to hesitate before reaching his hand to your thigh to caress it but you pull away and he bangs his fist on the steering wheel before focusing on driving again. "I understand. We'll be there soon." He says, trying not to seem jealous.